Letters for my dearest moon.

How?

I like you...

But I don't know how will I tell you.

I don't know since when...

Maybe since day one?

Because of how different you are?

Because of how I felt comfortable around you?

Because of how you smile at me?

When I'm with you, butterflies are all I see.

My dearest moon, I like you.

But I don't know how to tell you.

I like the thought of being with you.

I don't entertain love so easily.

Because for me, love is ugly.

Love only showed me cruelty.

Love showed me that they just love my body – not me.

Love showed me that I have to change my optimistic self.

Love showed me that I have to rely on my person even if I can.

Love showed me that I have to dress for my man – not for me...

Love blinded me.

Our other half isn't made that way.

Love is showing respect.

Love is telling you are beautiful even if your hair is messy.

Love is accepting your flaws and past.

Love is independence...

Loving someone means loving everything your partner has – even when they have nothing.

I have nothing...

Yet he changed me.

How will I be able to tell you my everything?

Your perfect...

For me, you deserve everything....

I cannot pour your cup, for mine is empty.

I don't have a stable base to tell you to be with me.

I don't have anything to be called my pride.

Anytime I will crumble when I have to encounter a huge tide...

How will I be able to tell you that I like you?

I like your goofy smile.

I like the shape of your nose.

I like the thought of intertwining your hands with mine.

I like how sweet and thoughtful you are.

The way you showed me different parts of me – I'm thankful for it.

I like how you just accepted me – for me...

I like how I feel so pretty being around you.

I'm thankful for how you able to silence the world for me.

I love you.

How will I be able to tell you?